I thought I would be important to some people. I thought some did really care. I thought I had some value to some of them. I never thought I would be no one to someone. To people. To the world. No one really cares. No one actually gives a fuck about you. No one cares about what you're sensing. Some people just pretend to be your friends. Though they actually aren't.
Friends care about each other's feelings.
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Midnight thoughts
PoesíaThe title says it all. What anyone would think of, late at night, gathered in here. Because why not. (I promise you the chapters get better as you go, I'm continuously writing more and more chapters and I'll be more than glad to see if any of you ca...
